This issue of the Tattler we dedicate
to Superintendent Lucius A. Merritt
in grateful appreciation of his ser-
vices to our school for the past eight-
Williamsburg High School
Editor-in-Chief, Margaret Lenihan '38
Assistant Editors, Violet Arnold '38, George Warner '39
Business Manager, Thomas Coogan '38
Assistants, Francis Molloy '40, Dorothy Joyal '38
Alumni Editor, Helen Rosemarynoski '38
Exchange Editor, Roberta Colburn '38
Joke Editor, Rita LaFlamme '39
Sports Editors, Stacia Golash '39, Richard Ames '38
Literary Editor, Eleanor Swenson '38
Faculty Adviser, Mary T. Walsh
Address of Welcome
Prophecy on the Prophetess
Class of '39
Class of '40
Class of '41
Basketball — Boys'
RICHARD MERRILL AMES
'But let me silent be:
For silence is the speech of love."
Baseball 2, 3, 4; Basketball 2, 3, 4, Captain Basketball
4, Co-Captain Basketball 3; Sports Editor of Tattler 3, 4;
Casting Committee of One- Act Plays 3; Vice-President of
A. A. 4.
VIOLET ARNOLD "Dotty"
"Charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul."
Pro Merito; Secretary Pro Merito Society 3, President
Pro Merito 4; Archery 2; Class Secretary 3; Prom Com-
mittee 3; Casting Committee 3; Glee Club 3, 4; Secretary
Glee Club 4; Forensic Club 3, 4; Chairman of Food Sale
4; Initiation Committee for Freshman Reception 4; Win-
ner of second honors in Northeast District in Scholastic
News Exam 4; Entrant in Constitution Essay Contest 4;
Assistant Editor of Tattler 4; Class Prophecy.
RUTH EVELYN BLACK
"Let us then be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate:"
Class President 3, 4; Secretary of Class 2; Basketball
1, 2, 3, 4; Girls' Basketball Manager 2, Girls' Basketball
Captain 4; President of A. A. 4; President of Forensic
Club 4; President of Junior Pro Merito 3; Dramatics 3;
Play Committee 3; Prom Chairman 3; Archery 2; Debat-
ing 3; Entrant in N. F. L. State and District Tournament
3; Entrant in Pre State Tournament 3, 4; Entrant in N.
F. L. State Tournament in Fall River and National Tour-
nament in Wooster, Ohio 4; Assistant Joke Editor Tattler
2; Girls' Sports Editor 3; Pro Merito; Glee Club 1, 2.
ROBERT WALTER BRADLEY "Bob"
"The readiness of doing doth expresse
No other but the doer's willingness."
Class Treasurer 4; Debating 4; Oratory 4; Casting
Committee for One-Act Plays 4.
LENA RACHEL BURT "Le"
"Her voice was ever soft, gentle and slow,
An excellent thing in woman."
Glee Club 1, 2, 3, 4; Concert 2; Entrant in Glee Club
Contest 2; Archery 2; Forensic Club 3, 4; Play Commit-
'Berta" or "Bob"
"The rule of my life is to make business a pleasure and
pleasure my business."
Class Vice-President 1, 2, 3; Secretary of A. A. 4; Vice-
President Senior Pro Merito; Archery 2; Debating 3; En-
trant in N. F. L. State Speech Tournament; Entrant in
N. F. L. National Speech Tournament in Jacksonville, 111.;
Prom Committee; Dramatics 3, 4; Exchange Editor of the
Tattler; Play Committee ; Prophecy on the Prophetess; Ex-
ecutive Committee of Debating Society; Pro Merito 3, 4;
Basketball 1; Glee Club 1, 2, 3 , 4; Vice-President Forensic
Club 3, 4.
" 'Tis better to wear out than rust out."
Glee Club 1; Class Treasurer 2; Entrant in Pre- State,
State and New England National Forensic League Touima-
ments 3; Dramatics; Debate; Prom Committee; Ticket
Committee for Plays; Vice-President 4; Business Manager
of Tattler; Treasurer of Athletic Association; Manager of
Basketball; Class Will; Secretary of Foi'ensic Club; En-
trant in Pre-State and National N. F. L. Tournaments;
Winner in State Forensic League Tournament; Radio
Plays; National Forensic League Key.
VIRGINIA FRANCES EDWARDS
"Beware of her fair hair for she excels all women in the
magic of her locks."
Glee Club 1, 2, 4; Concert 2, Class Play 4; Prom Com-
mittee 3; Play Committee 3, 4; Archery 2.
CATHERINE A. EMERSON "Kittie"
"Laugh and the world laugh* with you.''
Glee Club 1, 2, 3; Entrant in Glee Club Contest in Hav-
erhill 2; Operetta 2; Properties Committee for Plavs 3;
Class Play 4; Concert 2.
"For every why he had a wherefore.'
Glee Club 1 ; Basketball Manager 3 : Prom Committee
; Basketball Manager 4.
DOROTHY J. JOYAL
"Patience and gentleness is power.'
Pro Merito; Archery 2; Debating 3; Dramatics 3, 4;
Chairman of Costume Committee 3, 4; Tickets and Adver-
tising Committee 3; Forensic Club 3, 4; Prom Committee
3 ; Chairman of Food Sale 3 ; Co-Chairman of Food Sale
4; Glee Club 3, 4; Treasurer of Glee Club 4; Class Treas-
urer 4; Radio Broadcasts 4: Entrant Constitution Essay
Contest 4; Entrant in N. F. L. District and State Speech
Tournaments 4 ; Game Committee for Freshman Recep-
tion 4: Winner in Tattler Essay Contest 4: Assistant Bus-
iness Manager of Tattler 4; Class Grinds.
MARGARET MARY LENIHAN
"So she poured out the liquid music of her voice."
Editor-in-Chief Tattler 4. Assistant Editor Tattler 3;
Class President 1, 2, Class Secretary 4: Glee Club 1, 2, 3,
4; Entrant in Glee Club Contest 2; Concert 2; Operetta 3;
Glee Club Librarian 2; President and Accompanist of Glee
Club 4; Prom Committee 3; Forensic Club 3, 4; Executive
Committee of Forensic Club 3 Treasurer Forensic Club
4; Entrant in Constitution Essay Contest 4: Entrant in
State Speech Tournament 4; Secretary of Pro Merito 4,
Pro Merito 3, 4; Graduation Oration.
MARIAN GRACE MARTIN
"Come and trip it as ye go,
On the light fantastic toe."
Glee Club 1, 2, 4; Concert 2; Archery 2; Decoration
Committee for Plays 3.
RUTH ELLEN NEWELL
"She hath prosperous art
When she will play with reason and discourse,
And well she can persuade."
Class Secretary 1; Casting Committee 3; Properties
Committee 4; Class History; Treasurer of Pro Merito 4;
Constitution Essay 4; News Exam 4.
JANE MAE NURCZYK
"As frank as rain on cherry blossoms."
Basketball 1, 2, 3, 4; Glee Club 1, 2, 3, 4; Class Play 4;
Property Committee for Plays 3; Prom Committee 3; Fo-
rensic Club 3, 4;.
ELSIE AUGUSTA PRATT "Eppie"
"Happy am I; from care I'm free!
Why aren't they all contented like me?"
HELEN LORETTA ROSEMARYNOSKI
''Her silver voice is the rich music of a summer bird."
Glee Club 4; Forensic Club; Archery 2; Prom Commit-
tee 3; Concert 2; Decorating Committee for Class Plays 3;
Alumni Editor Tattler 4; Executive Committee of Foren-
sic Club 4.
MILDRED LOUISE SANDERSON "Millie'
"Patient of toil, serene amidst alarms."
Glee Club 1, 2, 3, 4; Concert 2; Forensic Club 3, 4.
JOSEPH JOHN SOLTYS
".4 little nonsense now and then
Is relished by the best of men."
Concert 2; Dramatics 3; Manager of Baseball 3, 4; Boys'
Glee Club 1; Freshman Joke Editor of Tattler 1; Forensic
Club 3, 4; Cheer Leader 2; Properties Committee for One-
Act Plavs 3.
ELEANOR BRYANT SWENSON
"While words of learned length and thundering sound
Amazed the gazing rustics ranged around."
Archery 2; Glee Club 1, 2, 3, 4; Concert 2; Operetta 3;
Glee Club Librarian 4; Prom Committee 3; Literary Edi-
tor of Tattler 4; Winner of Constitution Essay Contest 4;
Pro Merito 3, 4; Vice-President Junior Pro Merito 3; Sec-
retary of Western Mass. Pro Merito 1937; Entrant N. F.
L. Pre-State Tournament 4; Entrant State N. F. L. Tour-
nament 4; Entrant District American Legion Contest 4;
Entrant Zone American Legion Contest 4; Entrant Na-
tional N. F. L. Poetry Reading Contest 4; Williamsburg
Representative to National Student Congress 4; Gradua-
WILLIAMSBURG HIGH SCHOOL
SENIOR CLASS OFFICERS
*Ruth Ellen Newell
**Pro Merito-High Honor
ADDRESS OF WELCOME
PROPHECY ON THE PROPHETESS
GRADUATION NIGHT ORATIONS
The Genesis and Value of Our Written Constitution Eleanor Swenson
Our Responsibilities Under the Constitution Margaret Lenihan
CLASS MOTTO— Deeds, Not Words
CLASS GIFT — Shrine of the Constitution
Address of Welcome
Parents, teachers, and friends:
We, the Class of Nineteen Thirty Eight,
welcome each and every one of you here
this evening to our Class Night Exercises.
Parents: As we are about to step into the
whirl of public life, we, more than ever,
appreciate the many things you have done
for us — sharing our joys, our sorrows, our
triumphs, and our failures. And now we
hope you will be pleased with our efforts
on this, Our Class Night.
To our teachers who have piloted us
through these four enjoyable years in
Burgy High, we wish to express our grati-
tude for their unfaltering encouragement.
Friends: These four years of hope, four
years of faith, and four years of joy were
all shared by you and will ever be treas-
ured in our memories.
Parents, teachers, and friends — The Class
of 1938 greets you.
Ruth Black '38
How time does fly! If it weren't for the
calendar and my remarkable memory. I
wouldn't believe it has been nearly four
years since I last squandered three cents
to send you a letter.
When I saw the train leave the station
that day, with you and your family, Cali-
fornia bound, I felt that I would never be
the same again. And I wasn't. My mother
said she noticed a marked improvement in
my behavior soon after you left. That
first week not even the jokes in the Ameri-
can Boy could make me smile and it was
then, as you probably remember, that I
heroically conquered my dislike for letter
writing and sent you a long news bulletin.
But, fortunately for you, who had to de-
cipher my scribble, and for my mother,
whose nerves were shattered spelling for
me, other interests soon crowded your
memory from my mind. So I felt almost
as if I had heard from a ghost of the past
when I received your letter saying you are
graduating from high school this year and
coming East to attend Smith College next
Thanks for your picture. When I saw
it, I could hardly believe my eyes, but when
I remembered that an ugly green cater-
pillar can become a gorgeous butterfly. I
convinced myself that the ravishing beauty
gazing soulfully at me was indeed you. I
certainly was interested in your account of
your high school days, not to mention
Would you like to hear about our class?
No ! All right, here go-
We also underwent a metamorphosis,
changing from green worms — I mean fresh-
men — to brilliant butterflies — no, — seniors !
There were thirty of us who started along
the primrose path of knowledge under the
guidance of Miss Dunphy, Miss Walsh,
Mrs. Warner, and Mr. Foster. I wish I
had time and energy enough to describe
these teachers to you but will have to be
content with saying they're the best ever
and were a source of inspiration and en-
couragement throughout our four years.
You told how you dreaded the Freshman
reception. I think all freshmen do, but
Lady Luck or someone smiled on us, and
this ordeal was omitted. In its place there
was a party which everyone enjoyed, even
As we were so young and ignorant, the
president of the class of '35 took pity on
us and conducted our first business me
ing at which we elected officers as follows:
President, Margaret Lenihan; Vice-Presi-
dent, Roberta Colburn ; Treasurer, Jeanette
Lupien; Secretary, Ruth Ellen NewelL
The girls immediately showed interest in
athletics, basketball mostly, and Coach
Snow, recognizing the ability of Ruth Black,
Marcia Hobbs, and Norma Nietsche, put
them on the team. The boys seemed to be
lacking in athletic powers, but I suppose
they intended to make it up in intellectual
During our first year we concentrated
more or less, you guess which, on our
studies, and since we were mere insignifi-
cant freshmen, we didn't join in many of
the school's social activities.
We returned to school in the fall of 1935
as sophomores, determined to show what
we were made of and to set a standard for
the new freshmen to follow. Although
rral of our classmates had left, new
members came to fill our depleted ranks,
making a total of twenty eight in the sopho-
We found changes in the school as well
as in ourselves, for our mental powers had
developed to such an extent that an incr-r
in the faculty was necessary: and a new and
much beloved teacher. Miss Baker, came
to help instruct us. Likewise a new coach,
Carol Thayer, now had charge of the ath-
letics and Dick Ames upheld the honor of
the class in basketball. This year, too, the
boys' basketball team was invited for the
first time to take part in the tournament
at Mass. State College. Is there not a sig-
nificant connection between these two facts?
Two boys in our class went out for baseball
also, but the girls were still ahead in num-
bers, for there were five of them on the
This year we were allowed to take more
part in the social life of the school, so we
WILLIAMSBURG HIGH SCHOOL
had a Hallowe'en party with all the trim-
Several members of the class belonged
to the Glee Club which went to Haverhill
to compete in the Glee Club contest. Un-
der the superior leadership of Mr. Ball, the
music instructor, they brought honor and
glory to our school by being the highest in
the small school group. I wish you might
have heard them broadcast from WSPR,
an accomplishment of which the school was
Perhaps one of the biggest events that
ever happened at Williamsburg High School
occurred in March, 1936, when the first
state speech tournament was held here.
Although none of the Sophomores was pri-
vileged to take part in the speaking, they
had a large part in the cheering and looked
forward to the time when they might do
battle for their school.
And the time soon came, for before we
knew it, another summer was over and we
were Juniors with Ruth Black as president;
Roberta Colburn as vice-president; secre-
tary, Violet Arnold ; Robert Bradley as
treasurer. We found that again growth
had accompanied Time's flight — not only
mental and physical growth but also curri-
cular growth for a new course, typing, had
been added with Miss Riley as teacher. Her
place was taken by Miss Curran after the
Christmas vacation. There were two
changes in the teaching staff for Miss
Moody replaced Mr. Ball, and Mr. Foster
assumed the duties of coach. Our class
had three girls and three boys to represent
it in athletics and furnished a player on
the basketball team which was invited to
play at Mass. State College again.
But I started to tell you of our class's
activities in the Forensic League. Did any-
one from your school attend the National
Tournament at Jacksonville, Illinois? The
Juniors were very proud to have one of
their number on the debating team which
went from here. Roberta Colburn cer-
tainly brought honor to her class as well
as to herself. But she was not alone in this
field for Tommie Coogan waxed humorous,
and Ruth Black became oratorical at both
Chax*leton, Mass. and Laconia, New Hamp-
One of the privileges of a Junior is to be-
long to the Pro Merito Society, if he can
get enough A's on his report cards. Our
class boasts seven Pro Merito members, five
having made the grade in our Junior year
and two joining later. Strange to relate,
they are all girls! Who said girls weren't
superior to boys?
Another prerogative of the Junior class
is to have charge of the big social event
of the school year. — the Junior Prom. What
music, what beauty, what fun, and what
stubbed toes! Of course I wouldn't like
to mention the fact that we went in debt.
Don't be surprised if some future movie
star tells you that she once belonged to the
class of 1938 at Williamsburg, for much
talent was revealed in the plays put on by
the Spoken English classes.
And so a busy year passed with these
activities and many more. But after all is
said and done, the Senior year is the im-
portant one. Excuse me, if I seem to be-
come poetical, it's simply the after effect
of having to write poems in English class.
Speaking of English classes, we have an-
other new instructor who teaches the Sen-
ior Spoken English class. Of course, he
teaches others but what difference do they
make? You see, Miss Baker stayed with
us only two years and Mr. Melody has
filled the place she left vacant on the fac-
ulty. Many of our Senior activities may be
traced directly to Mr. Melody's door. He
brought the speech class not only to the
public eye, but to the public ear as well, for
he arranged a series of radio programs
which gave us a chance to emulate the
Stroud Twins, Edgar Guest or whom have
you as well as affording much wholesome
fun and worthwhile experience. He also
acted as athletic coach, and again we point
with pride to the two boys and two girls
who represented our class in this field.
However, as our Senior year was other-
wise replete with history making events,
we didn't spend much time in athletics.
During the first part of the school year, a
long cherished dream came true when a
much needed addition was built making
the school more cheerful and convenient.
Since the Freshman reception came during
the time that this work was under way, we
held it in the town hall, and remembering
our dread of this event as Freshmen, we let
our victims off easily. While the construc-
tion was in progress, we went on a new
time schedule, getting through our work at
half past one. Most of us could then go
home to a hot dinner. I wonder if this is
the reason some of our classmates seemed
to shine with increased brilliancy. Be that
as it may, I can't close this year's chronicle
without mentioning the following achieve-
ments: — Four members of our class took
part in the Forensic Tournament at Fall
River, and three attended the national con-
test at Wooster, Ohio; Eleanor Swenson
won first place in the oratorical contest at
Turners Falls, delivering an oration on the
Constitution ; Violet Arnold earned a
prize as runner up in the news examination
which ten of us entered.
So I believe that brings us to the last
chapter of our school life. Let me see —
have I forgotten anything? Shucks, yes!
I didn't tell you about our worthy Senior
officers. Of course, you don't know them
now but I hope you'll meet them sometime.
Ruth Black is president; Tommie Coogan
is vice-president ; Margaret Lenihan is sec-
retary; and Dorothy Joyal is treasurer.
And another important item I must crow
about — the twenty members of our class
are going to wear caps and gowns class
night and graduation — an innovation which
we hope will further enhance the distinc-
tion and renown of the class of '38. If you
never hear from me or see me again, you'll
know the experiment was too much for me,
but if we do survive, I'll be living in ex-
pectation of seeing you next fall.
Until that happy time, don't forget your
manners, your health rules, or
Your old schoolmate,
Ruth Ellen Newell.
In 1970 the papers were full of the pi-
rate scare. Not that it wasn't justified —
it was. Seventy-five percent of the people
who went to sea were never again sighted
by man or beast. On the strength of my
best-selling book "Pirates as People" writ-
ten on the present crisis, the President of
the United States commissioned me to out-
fit a war vessel and capture as many pirates
as I could. The local museum offered me
a goodly sum if I would bring one back
alive, so you may be sure I was very eager
to set sail.
The boat with its crew and captain was
waiting for me in Boston Harbor. I arrived
on a Monday morning, bright and early,
and walked up the gangway. I saw an
immense man looking out to sea with a
telescope to his eyes. From the authoritative
set of his shoulders I assumed that this was
my captain. I spoke, and he turned. I was
confronted by a veritable giant with a black
mustache, beetling eyebrows, and a mas-
sive chin and nose. Whew! I began to
"How do you do?" he said. "Are you the
one who's to take charge here?" "Yes,"
I answered. "My name is Violet Arnold,
"Violet Arnold! Good heavens. This is
a surprise. You're sure you don't recognize
I said I didn't think I did.
"Why, I'm surprised," he exclaimed.
"Does thirty years make so much differ-
ence? I thought I had kept my youthful
look. Well — since you don't remember me,
I'm Capt. Thomas Coogan."
"Tommy Coogan — well blow me down!
(to use a sea expression) I was never bo
surprised." Crossing my fingers I added,
"You certainly have kept your youthful
We put out to sea — and saw nothing.
That is, for two weeks. Then things began
to hum. The first thing that went wrong
was my mock turtle soup. It wasn't mock;
it was real, and it gave me indigestion. I
called the cook and said without looking up
from my work, "You're fired. Go jump
overboard or something."
"But I don't want to. And I'm really
very sorry about the soup," came the ans-
wer. I looked up and saw a little gray-
haired lady with many a year of sailing be-
"It doesn't matter what you — ," here I
stopped, looking at her more closely.
"You're Marian Martin, aren't you?"
"Yes," she said. "I was hoping you'd rec-
We talked and talked about old times
and were still going strong when the sec-
ond surprise came.
WILLIAMSBURG HIGH SCHOOL
Thump, thump. Someone was knocking
on my cabin door. "I'll come over and let
you in," I cried. I opened the door and
there stood Capt. Coogan holding a very
frightened peanut-vendor by the scruff of
"What's this?" I asked.
"He's selling peanuts without a license.
Shall I put him in irons?"
"Oh," I said. "What's your name?"
"My name's, a-a-well, it's Dick Ames!"
"Dick Ames!" I echoed, and Capt. Coo-
gan dropped him like a hot potato.
We all sat down again to have a real chat,
and in the course of the conversation I
asked him how he happened to be aboard.
"I heard that the great deep-sea pearl
fisher was sailing with you," he said. "I've
always liked her so much, and you know
she was one of our classmates."
"Deep-sea diver? Who is it?" I asked
"Why, Mildred Sanderson, didn't you
I confess I was somewhat surprised, and
I was still pondering over these strange
things when the cry of "Pirates! Pirates!"
broke my reverie.
We had been caught napping; and before
we could do much, the pirates swarmed over
the sides of the ship, led by a swashbuckling
fellow with gold ear-rings in his nose. I
took one look, and I knew who it was. It
was Douglas Fairbanks. I never should
have thought it.
They made us get into boats to go over
to the other ship. I was curious to know
why, but I soon found out much to my sor-
As we came aboard the first figure that
met my eye was a plump pirate, with a
hooked arm and a wooden leg. He had a
yellow sash around his waist and a knife
between his teeth. I shuddered.
"Halt!" His voice rang out. Something
seemed familiar. And then I remembered.
I looked again to be sure. Yes — it was Joe
Soltys — the Terror of the Seven Seas.
My attention was then caught by two
sedate ladies, remonstrating with a pirate,
who was relieving them of their jewelry.
"Who are they?" I whispered to Capt.
Coogan who was standing near by. He
needed but a glance to answer — "Ruth
Black and Roberta Colburn!"
"Ruth and Roberta? Why I thought they
were in Central Africa doing missionary
"They were, but here they are. They
are probably taking a vacation from teach-
ing little black natives their ABC's."
Then I noticed a queer contraption on
the other side of the ship. It looked like
a diving board. All of a sudden the hor-
rible truth dawned on me. It was a plank!
And we were going to walk it. Already a
victim was being shoved to the end of it.
It was a rather stout woman with a Pekin-
gese dog under one arm and a black um-
brella over the other. In the silence I heard
her say, "Well, of all the asinine proce-
dures!" Pekingese dog — hmmm — it might
be Eleanor Swenson I thought, but I wasn't
sure, so I remained quiet. Just as she was
about to walk off the edge, she turned
around to shake the umbrella vindictively.
I recognized her for sure. But it was too
late. She had gone. My head reeled, and I
When I came to, there wasn't a soul to
be seen. Everyone was gone. I thought
I heard a noise, and looking around fearful-
ly I beheld an old pal of mine, none other
than Virginia Edwards. "Sh", she said.
"I'm a stowaway. I am a candid camera-
woman, and I sailed aboard the Terror's
ship to get some good shots!"
I certainly was glad to see Virginia. In
the dusk we sat reminiscing, forgetting
where we were. Suddenly, a huge bird
settled down on the deck. As we looked at
it in amazement, its beak slowly opened,
and out jumped a woman. She looked like
someone I'd seen before, and when she said,
"Hello!" I jumped up exclaiming, "Ruth
"Yep!" she said. "How do you like my
invention? I manufacture them. It's run
out of fuel though. Have you any size 4
"No," I answered, "but here's a can of
caterpillars that ought to do!"
"Yes, that's fine," she said, as she
dumped the canful into the bird.
We talked a while, and when I told her
of our predicament, she offered to fly us
to Valparaiso to get help. This seemed like
a marvelous idea, so we crawled in and took
Almost in a twinkling, we arrived. Vir-
ginia left me to develop her films, and I
went straight to police headquarters.
"I want to see the chief, please," I said.
"Go right in."
"Chief — but — what — why, Elsie Pratt!
As I live and breathe."
Sure enough, it was Elsie Pratt. I hadn't
seen or heard from her since school days.
And here she was, Chief of Police at Val-
paraiso. When I asked her for help in
finding my friends, she said, "Certainly.
I'll send my fleet of airplanes right out. It
is in the command of Captains Helen Rose-
marynoski and Jennie Xurczyk. You know,
the two greatest fliers in the century."
Well, that was news ! I was glad to hear
about them. I bade Elsie goodbye and
walked down to the seashore, thinking how
fortunate I'd been in seeing so many of
my former classmates. A little way off
shore in a boat sat a fisherman struggling
with a large fish. He finally rowed to the
shore dragging the fish with him. When
he landed, he drew a goodsized whale upon
the beach. Although it was dead, it seemed
to be very lively, so he cut its head off.
By this time, I was near the scene, and I
saw a person step out of the whale. It was
a woman wearing a bathing suit and carry-
ing a whip in her hand. As she spied the
fisherman she cried out, "Robert Bradley!
You've saved my life!" He was as aston-
ished as I for a moment, and then he shout-
ed, "If it isn't Margaret Lenihan ! Well,
We all started talking at once, but I heard
Margaret telling us that she was a whale
trainer for a well-known circus. One of
the whales had become hungry and swal-
We walked toward Robert's house, and
he invited us to come in. He said, "Lena
will be awfully glad to see you !"
"Lena?" we gasped. "Lena Burt?"
"No other," said Robert, proudly. "Oh,
but I can't go in," I said. I really must
go back to town. Goodbye."
As I walked along the tree-lined avenue,
I spied an old woman leaning on a gnarled
cane. Something attracted me to her. I
drew nearer, and I recognized her, in spite
of her great age.
"Dorothy, don't you remember me? It's
your old pal !"
"Well, hello—" she cried. "I'm awfully
glad to see you."
She told me that she had been a snake
charmer in her younger days, but due to
her great travels she had grown old quick-
ly. I told her that I'd seen a lot of my
friends on the pirate ship and that I'd like
to capture the Terror.
"Perhaps, I could charm him," she said,
waving her cane around.
"Hey, look out. You'll hit me!" But it
was too late. Socko ! Her cane came down
with terrific force. I fell and landed on
I sat bewildered, looking around for
Dorothy. She was nowhere to be seen. And
then I realized — it was only a dream ! Can
you believe it?
Violet Arnold '38.
Prophecy on the Prophetess
In the year 1954 I was home on a much
needed vacation. My little five year old
niece had been teasing me all one morning
to take her to see the "trilwist lady" and
her friend the "joy girl". I had no idea
who, what, or where, these people with such
peculiar names were. But evidently Sally
knew, for at three o'clock that afternoon
~h<- had me seated in a large theatre in
New York, and the master of ceremonies
had just announced a famous ventriloquist.
Sally was jumping up and down shouting,
"See, there's the "trilwist lady" and the
"joy girl", too, Aunt Berta."
So this was Sally's beloved "trilwist
lady" and "joy girl," a ventriloquist and her
dummy. But as the show progressed I soon
realized that this was no ordinary ventrilo-
quist. She was far better than Edgar Ber-
gen had been. Why! I believed that Sally
thought the dummy was a real person. It
certainly did look like one. I had seen it
somewhere before, hadn't I? Just then
something hit me on the head. I don't
know what it was — it may have been some
one's elbow — and I remembered. The doll
was the exact reproduction of my old friend,
Dottie Joyal. Then I knew Sally's beloved
"trilwist lady" was none other than Dottie
Arnold. After the show I told Sally that
WILLIAMSBURG HIGH SCHOOL
I had gone to school with her "Miss Tril-
wist," and she insisted that we must take her
home in our airplane. So we went back
stage. Dottie was just putting her big doll
into its case, and Sally was infuriated for
the "joy girl" had been a real person to
her until then. She begged Dottie to let
her sit on the seat with us in the airplane.
Sally was in all her glory riding home with
the admired "trilwist lady" and her big
I was planning to have a nice chat with
my old schoolmate on the way home, but
Sally kept her tongue wagging all the way
asking Dottie questions. She gave her a
"Why isn't the "joy girl" like us, Miss
Trilwist? Is it 'cause she's not made of
meat? And Miss Trilwist, how can she talk?
My dollies don't talk. They just say
"I make her talk, darling."
"But how can you make her talk? Do
you tell her to? I tell my babies to talk,
but they don't mind me. Oh dear, I guess
I have very poorly behaved children, don't
Dottie and I were winking over her head.
Then Dottie laughed and said, "I'll tell you
all about my doll and how I happened to
have her and everything. You see, after
I was graduated from high school, I went
to a teachers' college in Bridgewater. You
know, a school where people learn to teach
"Oh yes, I know. Mommy told me, and
she said Bridgewater was the first of those
"Yes, that's right. Well, I went there.
But in those days before we had quite so
many airplanes, it took nearly a half day
to get to Bridgewater, and as my friend
Dottie Joyal was still in Burgy, I found it
very lonesome. It was almost unbearable.
Then I suddenly had an idea. Why couldn't
I have a good image of her — one like Char-
lie MacCarthy. Maybe you've seen him in
the museum. Some of my friends helped
me make my doll. The boys carved her
out of wood, and the girls and I painted her
face. Then the problem was to make her
talk so she could really keep me company.
I wrote to Mr. Melody, and with his infor-
mation and instruction on voice I soon
picked up the art of ventriloquism."
"What's ven-tril-ism?" asked Sally.
"It's throwing your voice so that some-
one or something seems to be talking", ex-
"How do you throw your voice? Like
you throw a ball? Oh, I can do that, can't
I, Aunt Berta?"
"Don't interrupt, Sally."
"Was I unterrlupting?"
Dottie continued. "Well, anyway, to make
a long story short, after I had a little ex-
perience in teaching I decided these dum-
mies would obey me better than real ones.
No offense to you, Dotty dear," she added,
patting the image near her. "We just had
to be together in the flesh or our of it."
Roberta Colburn '38
We, the Class of 1938, whose amazing
brilliance has dazzled teachers and pupils
of Williamsburg High School for the past
four years, and still possessing sound, sane
and elevated minds after those four years,
do make, publish and declare on this twen-
ty-first day of June in the year of our
Lord, one thousand nine hundred and thirty
eight, this to be our last Will and Testa-
ment, hereby revoking all other wills and
testaments heretofore made by us. After
payment of our just debts — we don't know
what you will pay them with — we bequeath
and devise as follows:
To the faculty and Mr. Merritt, our ever
loyal friends, we leave our respect, esteem,
and excess brains, not because they them-
selves need them, but we feel that they
should usefully distribute them among the
To the Class of 1939, the hope that they
will be able to uphold the honor and tradi-
tions of Williamsburg High as well as they
were upheld this year.
To the Class of 1940, we leave our stu-
dious, dignified and quiet manners, together
with our drag, which they surely need.
To the Class of 1941, we leave our sincere
hope that they will forget their silly pranks
and assume the dignity of underclassmen.
Richard Ames leaves his sleepiness to
Louis Hathaway. Dick thinks Hathaway
ought to calm down for a while.
Violet Arnold leaves her love of history
to Barbara Edwards. We're sure she will
find it useful next year.
Ruth Black leaves her terrible habit of
biting her fingernails to Miss Walsh, pro-
vided it is used in moderation.
Robert Bradley leaves his six shooter to
Frances Metz. Remember, Frances, guns
are dangerous !
Lena Burt whispered that she would like
to leave her quietness to Bernard Murphy
so he would not be able to distract all those
studious pupils with his cutting up.
Roberta Colburn will have no further
use for her personality because "she has
caught her man," as the NorthWEST
Mounties say, so she leaves it to Stacia Go-
lash hoping that she may be able to use it
to win that star pitcher on the Haydenville
Club baseball team.
Virginia Edwards would like to leave her
hair to Rita Kulash. We hope it will make
a hit with Fred, Rita.
Catherine Emerson leaves her giggles to
Kenneth Torrey whose jaw would fall off
if he smiled.
Douglas Fairbanks wills his Ford, pro-
vided it hasn't fallen apart yet, to Edward
Ames. Doug says it will make Ted's trips
to that certain general store and camp in
Williamsburg much happier.
Dorothy Joyal wants to leave a little of
her cheerfulness to Warren Gould. Life
can't be as bad as all that, Warren.
Margaret Lenihan leaves her lovely sing-
ing voice to Gerald Larkin. We hope the
girls will like your love songs better now,
Marion Martin leaves her innocent ap-
pearance to June Bowker. Marion thinks
June looks too guilty the morning after a
"date" with a certain Haydenville fresh-
Ruth Newell wants to will her scholastic
enthusiasm to Francis Molloy. Ruth says
the baseball team will need its leading hit-
ter next year.
Jane Nurczyk wills her knack of study-
ing her lessons just before the last bell
rings to Edith Packard so Edith won't have
to worry about her studies during those
heavy dates that she has so often.
Elsie Pratt leaves her habit of attending
W.H.S. baseball games to Shirley Rhoades.
This will give you a better opportunity to
see our third baseman in action, Shirley.
Helen Rosemarynoski leaves her dancing
ability to James Stone. We hope the young
ladies won't have sore feet at the next
Mildred Sanderson leaves her ways of
keeping calm to Rita LaFlamme. Mildred
thinks Rita gets too excited sometimes.
Joseph Soltys leaves all his knowledge
of athletics to Fred Allen. Now Fred will
be truly fitted for his job as assistant coach
of the baseball team next year.
Eleanor Swenson leaves her dignified
manner to Frank Soltys. Eleanor thinks
Frankie should stop crying before he be-
comes a senior.
To the student body we leave lots of
amusements so they won't brood, mourn,
and become downcast over the loss of their
dearest friends, the seniors.
In testimony whereof we hereunto set
our hand and seal in the presence of these
witnesses and declare this to be our last
Will and Testament on this twenty-first
day of June in the year of our Lord, one
thousand nine hundred and thirty-eight.
Signed, Thomas Coogan,
Class of 1938
WILLIAMSBURG HIGH SCHOOL
O Ship of Time, you keep sailing on,
And now you take from here
This class, arrayed in caps and gowns,
That holds Burgy High so dear.
But, oh pray, wait a little while,
Before setting us adrift
In twenty little life boats
Each mortar board we'll lift.
Our president, we'll first behold,
Sweet-smiling, fair, and tall,
With winning ways and courage, too,
Ruth Black's a model for all.
A disposition we all crave —
Dick Ames can boast of it;
He's "tops" when playing basketball,
And baseball! Can he hit!
A pretty girl from Goshen comes,
And does she know her history !
Violet Arnold a teacher will be,
That really is no mystery.
Friendly, quiet, with malice toward none,
An unusual lad is he;
Robert Bradley, courteous and kind,
A turkey-rancher will be.
Lena Burt is a fire-side girl,
Seems easy for her to be good ;
She never bothers with the boys,
But acts as a young lady should.
Roberta Colburn, with flashing smile,
Can fill one's heart with joy;
Her personality and her charms,
Win for her many a boy.
A dashing Romeo is Tommy,
He's traveled North, East, South, and
Tho' broken hearts he left behind,
He's back with medals on his chest.
Who is the envy of us all,
Because of her lovely hair?
Virginia Edwards, graceful and sweet,
Is the answer to one's prayer.
We know it's Catherine Emerson
Who giggles loud and clear;
She usually wears a sunny smile,
That shows no doubt or fear.
A tall, good-looking boy is he,
Who hates the sight of books;
Doug's always riding in his Ford,
Or fishing in the brooks.
Our brilliant Margaret Lenihan
Plans to go to college;
With cheerful heart and singing voice,
She's eager for more knowledge.
Marion Martin, a solemn girl,
Is seldom seen with a smile;
But even on a rainy day,
She's amiable the while.
Good-natured, thoughtful, kind, and neat,
With never a tear or sigh,
To do her best in everything,
Ruth Ellen will always try.
Jennie Nurczyk, a good athlete,
Is worthy of our praise,
For never in a study room,
A riot would she raise.
Now Elsie Pratt is great in Math.
She knows her Chemistry well,
She'll smile or frown as she sees fit,
But never a secret tell.
Vivacious, jolly, and carefree,
She's always making us laugh;
Helen likes to dance and sing,
And never gives way to wrath.
Mildred Sanderson, ever so shy,
Is generally quiet, too;
She often blushes when in class,
And gum she would never chew.
A mischievous lad is whistling Joe,
With eyes a golden brown;
He's good at scribbling baseball scores,
But typing makes him frown.
Joyful and kind, with plenty of brains,
Willing to work to help out,
Eleanor has friends a-plenty,
For she's a real good scout.
I can't think of a single word
About myself to say,
So I'll just "Skip it" (as the saying goes),
Until another day.
And now the time has truly come
For us to say, "Farewell";
We'll miss each other and Burgy High
More than words can tell.
We'll remember our motto — Deeds, Not
Tho' stormy seas prevail;
We're strong and ready, O Ship of Time,
Weigh anchor — and set sail!
Dorothy Joyal '38
bov — Richard Ames
Most popular girl — Ruth Black
Most popular boy — Tommy Coogan
Best girl dancer — Helen Rosemarynoski
Best boy dancer — Dick Ames
Best dressed girl — Roberta Colburn
Best dressed boy — Tommy Coogan
Noisiest Students — Douglas Fairbanks
Quietest Student— Lena Burt
Laziest Student — Douglas Fairbanks
Class Vamps — Helen Rosemarynoski
Class Sheik — Douglas Fairbanks
Smartest student — Eleanor Swenson
Best girl athlete — Ruth Black
Best boy athlete — Dick Ames
Best all around student — Ruth Black
Man hater — Ruth Ellen Newell
Woman hater — Robert Bradley
Class bluff — Douglas Fairbanks
Class poet — Dorothy Joyal
Class musician Margaret Lenihan
Teachers' pet — Eleanor Swenson
Cutest boy — Robert Bradley
Cutest girl — Dorothy Joyal
Class gossip — Joe Soltys
Student with most pleasing personality —
Class wit — Joe Soltys
Student most likely to succeed —
Jolliest student — Helen Rosemarynoski
Most bashful student — Bob Bradley
Most business-like student — Tommy Coogan
Most sophisticated student —
Model student — Violet Arnold
Most carefree student —
Class actress — Roberta Colburn
Class singer — Margaret Lenihan
Class orator — Ruth Black
Class giggler — Catherine Emerson
Class pest — Joe Soltys
Class grind — Eleanor Swenson
Favorite gum — Spearmint
Favorite sport — Swimming
Favorite subject — Typing
Favorite actor — Clark Gable
Favorite actress — Myrna Loy
Combined weight of class — 2489 lbs. 8 oz.
Average weight — 124 lbs. 7 oz.
Average age — 18 yrs. 7 mos.
Noise of univents
New rules from teachers' meetings
Fingernails scratching on blackboards
Ti-pi-Tin — Mr. Melody's car
On the Sentimental Side — Douglas Fair-
I Can Dream, Can't I? — Dick Ames
Sweet Stranger — Frances Metz
Ain't We Got Love? — Ted Ames and
The Band Played Out of Tune — The Bur-
gy Band to be
Let That be a Lesson to You — Mr. Melody
You Can't Stop Me from Dreaming —
Let's Give Love a Chance— Connie Granger
and Winthrop Stone
More Power to You — Leo Dymerski
I Like to Make Music — Joe Brady
Every Day's a Holiday — Steve Golash
What a Heavenly Nite — Prom
Bewildered — James Stone
I Don't Want to Make History —
Sophisticated Swing — Stacia Golash
Let's Sit Out this Waltz — Rita Kulash
Pm Like a Fish Out of Water —
Who Wants Love? — Henry Willson
Laugh Your Way Through Life —
Pm Just a Country Boy at Heart —
Down With Love — Helen Rosemarynoski
Beautiful Ohio — Thomas Coogan
You Appeal to Me — Freshmen to Mr.
Us on A Bus — Bernard Murphy and
WILLIAMSBURG HIGH SCHOOL
Class of 1939
First Row — Dorothy Algustoski, Frank Soltys, Frances Metz, Edith Packard, Rita
LaFlamme, Stacia Golash, Hazel Packard, Virginia Shumway, Raymond
Second Row — Betty Penn, Barbara Edwards, Jane Bickford, Carlton Field, Barbara
Lloyd, Ruth Evans, Phyllis West, Helen Batura, James Stone.
Third Row — Janice Wells, Donald Otis, George Warner, Warren Gould, Hazel Torrey.
J is for the Juniors jolly ;
U is for Uncalled-for folly.
N is for their Neighborly ways,
I is for Infallible plays.
O is for their Orators few ;
R is for the Real work they do ;
S is for their Scholarship true.
Class of 1940
First Row — Marcia Ingellis, Gertrude Richardson, Eugene Costello, Florence Packard,
William Ryan, Velma Brown, Raymond Johndrow, Doris Williams.
Second Row — Richard Bates, Shirley Rhoades, Ann Lloyd, Helen Childs, Jean Everett,
Bernard Murphy, Leslie Cole, Rita LaCourse, Kenneth Torrey, Jeanette
Third Row — Doris Saho, Myla Campbell, Logia Jablonski, Ruth Dodge, Marion Sabo,
Henry Willson, Glendon Mason, Bernard Sampson, Winthrop Stone, Ashton
Absent — Stephen Golash, Vera Harrison, Elizabeth Knight, Peggy MacLeod, Harold
Mollison, Frances Molloy, Barbara Nash, Richard Watling.
S is for these Spirited Soph'mores ;
O is for the Occasional snores;
P is for the Primping lasses;
H is for their Harassing classes.
O is for the Outlandish answers;
M is for the Marvelous dancers.
O is for their Outrageous actions;
R is for the Rascally factions.
E is for Ennui so prominent;
S is for Studiousness absent.
WILLIAMSBURG HIGH SCHOOL
Class of 1941
First Row — Edward Lloyd, James Childs, Faith Dresser, Constance Granger, Frederick
King, June Bowker, Russell Bisbee, Wellington Graves, Marjorie Payson,
David West, Lida Miner, Hope Jarvis, Robert Kearney, Robert McAllister.
Second Row — Henry Kopka, Burt Sanderson, Josephine Cerpovicz, Esther Mollison,
Donald Bickford, Leo Dymerski, John Kulas, Floyd Nye, Robert Newell,
Lillian Deaton, Gerald Larkin, Glen Damon, Richard Culver, Louis
Hathaway, Francis Cooney, Ralph Bates, Peter Gromelski, Rita Kulash,
Janet Baker, Joseph Brady, Edward Ames, Ralean Todd, Phyllis Sutherland.
Third Row — Bessie Polwrek, Adelbert Roberge, Lucius Merritt, Leo Stone, Harold
Hillenbrand, Mary Daniels, Frederick Allen, Walter Lentner, Dorothy
Fisher, Stanley Kuznik.
Absent — Merwin Clark
F is for the Frolicking Freshmen ;
R is for the Resulting commotion.
E is for their Energy endless;
S is for their Spirits bendless.
H is for the Happy-go-luckies ;
M is for the Many so plucky.
E is for this Ever-ready class;
N is for the Noise we hope won't last.
In school, and in every activity into which
we enter, we find a few people who stand
out because of their ability to lead the
others. We admire these few, and usually
follow them meekly, accepting them as our
But why cannot we possess this ability
which we esteem in others? What is ne-
cessary to become a leader whom people
will look up to and respect?
The first requirement for leadership is a
pleasing personality. A bright smile and
a friendly word go a surprisingly long way
toward drawing people to us. If we act
cold and conceited, giving the impression
that people annoy us, we will soon be avoid-
ed by every one. On the other hand, a
cheerful disposition and a friendly interest
in others will bring us an unlimited num-
ber of friends.
Another quality, indispensible in a lead-
er, is self-confidence. A shy person, living
in constant dread of making an awkward
blunder if he tries to voice his opinion, usu-
ally remains silent in his corner, ignored
A person who has confidence in himself
will first consider an idea thoroughly, and
then, being sure that he is right, will not
be afraid to defend his opinion. Such a
person knows that only by showing confi-
dence in himself will he encourage others
to put their trust in him.
In considering these qualities, which are
so necessary to become a leader, we find
that every one of them can be acquired.
Of course, to do this may be, for some of
us, an extremely difficult task. However,
we must remember that the most impor-
tant things in life are never gained by shirk-
ers, and with this in mind, we should not
be afraid to try hard, knowing that as a re-
sult, we may become true leaders.
Margaret Lenihan '38
Yesterday the web was brushed away.
Today there is another in its place. If
once again it were to be destroyed, the
little spider would carefully weave his
home in spite of the fact that destruction
overtook it twice. We might well think
this over before we smile at the spider.
For this insignificant insect sets a shining
example of a characteristic which is so vi-
tally needed in the world today. PERSE-
Without that trait the political freedom
we enjoy would yet be unknown ; the at-
tempts to eliminate horrible diseases would
have been given up; the inventions which
we take for granted would be unheard of.
When we look over the history of any one
of the above fields, we can readily see the
part played by perseverance.
You who for the first time are leaving ac-
customed comforts and are going out into
the world need the lesson that the great
men who persevered and made our nation
what it is today, have shown us in the glor-
ious culmination of their achievements. To
succeed today you MUST persevere. This
"stick-to-it-iveness" is sometimes the only
thing between life and death. The true
test is not the fact that success always at-
tends you, but how well you can turn de-
feat into good fortune.
Perhaps you may not readily achieve
your ambitions. Will you lie forever de-
feated, or like the spider will you start
anew? If you choose the latter course,
you will find it hard to lose. Let your
watchword be PERSEVERANCE.
Violet Arnold '38
THE WILLIAMSBURG ADDRESS
(With humble apologies to Mr. Lincoln)
Three years and ten months ago, our
buses brought forth to this town, a new
class, conceived in mischief and dedicated
to the proposition that all students are creat-
Now we are engaged in a great gradua-
tion, testing whether this class or any
class, so conceived and so dedicated, can
long endure. We are met in the new As-
sembly Hall of this day. We have come
to dedicate a portion of this school as a
memorable teaching place for those who
here gave their time, that this class might
WILLIAMSBURG HIGH SCHOOL
live. It is altogether fitting and proper
that we should do this.
But, in a larger sense, we cannot dedi-
cate — we cannot consecrate — we cannot
hallow — this school. The patient teachers,
present and former, who struggled here
have consecrated it, far above our poor
power to add or substract. The town will
surely note and long remember what we
gained here, for it can never forget what
they did here. It is for us the stu-
dents, rather, to be dedicated here to the
unfinished work which they who taught here
have thus far so nobly advanced. It is ra-
ther for us to be dedicated to the great task
remaining before us — that from these hon-
ored teachers we take increased knowledge
to that cause for which they gave their own
full measure of instruction; that we here
highly resolve that these teachers shall not
have taught in vain; that this class, under
Experience, shall have a new birth of
knowledge ; and this high school of the pu-
pils, by the pupils, and for the pupils,
shall not vanish from "Burgy".
Dorothy Joyal '38
I think that I shall never see
A car like Garibaldi;
A car whose parts are everywhere
And in whose tires there is no air;
A car that is extremely old
And will not budge when it is cold ;
Upon whose hood much rust has lain
Because of days out in the rain;
'Tis treasured by our Coach we know,
But who on earth can make it go?
Barbara Lloyd '39
"WHY CAN'T I FILL THAT CHAIR"
Say, Daddy, won't you tell me
The terrible news I heard?
I scarcely can believe it —
Each cold and cruel word.
They say because I'm young and bold,
I never can be president,
Or hope to fill that Chair.
You fought beneath Old Glory
In the late and awful war,
And the shot and shell that rose and fell
Some noble heart it tore.
Both pain and desolation
The folks at home did share;
And if I serve my country, Dad,
Why can't I fill that Chair?
You often spoke of Grandpa,
Who fought in sixty-three,
You have followed in his footsteps
And expect the same of me.
I'll follow our Old Glory
And my country's troubles share,
And serving God and Nation, Dad,
Why can't I fill that Chair?
Ted Ames '41
THE VALUE OF A WRITTEN
(This essay won the school Constitutional
Essay Contest sponsored by the United
States Constitution Sesquicentennial Com-
When the Constitution of the United
States was being drawn up in Philadelphia
in 1787, few of its framers realized what
vast domains their country was destined to
rule, what international prestige it would
command, what millions of loyal citizens
would pay it homage. But they did realize
the necessity of a written charter as a ba-
sis for government, a charter consisting of
definitely expressed, fundamental laws.
This realization brought forth a constitu-
tion which has surmounted unforeseen exi-
gencies at home, has served as a model for
the constitutions of democratic govern-
ments abroad, and has become enshrined
in the hearts of all true Americans.
In reality, this written Constitution was
not the original composition of one group
of men, nor the product of one epoch. Its
roots reach far back into the history of
man's struggle for individual rights and
freedom. Centuries before the Philadel-
phia Convention, men had become aware of
the fact that in a definite written charter
lay their best hope of personal liberty. In
early history, Draco's Code in Athens and
the Laws of the Twelve Tables in Rome
were in effect written constitutions includ-
ing definitely stated, basic laws, which ex-
panded as the nations expanded. In Eng-
land, one of the earliest concrete manifes-
tations of this trend toward written laws
was the Magna Charta, a document which,
with its supplements, the Petition of Right
and Bill of Rights, is the most direct fore-
runner of our Constitution. Yet when
these initial charters had been obtained by
the English people they proceeded no far-
ther, but contented themselves merely with
unwritten customs and traditions. Why, in
later years, did not the English people
bring into full bloom the flower which bud-
ded at Runnymede?
Such was the background from which
the members of the Constitution Conven-
tion drew their conviction that a written
charter was absolutely necessary for a
stable government. This conviction was
further strengthened by the success of their
state charters, founded on the same prin-
ciple. This cumulative knowledge, supple-
mented by their experience with the Ar-
ticles of Confederation, made them realize
the futility of trying to establish a new
nation either with no written constitution
or with one of very limited powers. There-
fore, the framers of the American Consti-
tution determined to make that document
the crystallization of traditional principles
of government into specific forms, and the
logical conclusion of beginnings made by
Many malcontents grant that a written
constitution would be feasible if it could
be amended easily. "Oar Constitution,"
they say, "is too rigid, too difficult to
change, and therefore is not fit to be the
axis of a nation's government." Of course,
a government, to be vital, should conform
to the spirit of the people, but would that
government "promote the general welfare"
if its fundamental charter were so easy to
change that any radical, supported by the
Congress, could change its aim completely?
This happened in Italy. Do we want it to
happen here? No! And it need not hap-
pen here so long as our Constitution re-
mains a breakwater of definite, written laws
to protect our nation from the onslaughts
of autocracy and radicalism.
For centuries in the past and for cen-
turies to come, national stability has been
and will continue to be, as the Massachu-
setts Constitution so wisely stated, "a gov-
ernment of laws and not of men" — in a
government of laws born of man's age-old
struggle for personal liberty and set down
in definite terms as a framework of gov-
ernment. Our Constitution was created
from these ideals and written down with
supreme simplicity of language, clarity of
thought, and precision of expression. If
this is wrested from us, or if we cast aside
our basic written laws for the whims and
prejudices of demagogues, then, and then
only, shall the Torch of Liberty cease to
burn in our land. Eleanor Swenson '38
I once owned a car;
It didn't travel far,
For the wheel came off,
And the tires went soft,
The gas tank went dry,
The horn began to die,
So I put my car away, of course,
And went and bought myself a horse.
James Stone '39
MY LOVELY TREE
Upon a hill a pine tree stands,
Tall and mighty in the breeze,
Its branches stretched as praying hands,
The proudest of all trees.
This mighty pine has been, for years,
My guardian and my friend,
Its strength to sooth my cares and fears
I pray, will never end.
Through rains and winds and lightning bold
My tree remains unharmed,
And e'en by freezing winter's cold,
This giant is not alarmed.
And so, dear king of trees, I pray
That you may ever stand,
Look down and guard us every day,
And with God bless our land.
Margaret Lenihan '38
Far out on the arid desert the sun beat
down with merciless intensity upon a lone
man. He had no name; he was one of
many seeking a pot of gold at the end of
the rainbow — a dreamer, dreaming dreams
of untold wealth that he would sometime
He stumbled and fell; then he painfully
rose and trudged on. His parched, dust-
caked lips formed one word, "Water."
Would no one hear his pitiful cry? His
bloodshot eyes sought the vast wastes with
silent hope, his quest for gold temporarily
forgotten in his need for water. Then he
straightened. Water? Yes! Not two hun-
dred feet away a water hole filled with
blessed water. His pace quickened, but his
strength failed him, and he fell again. The
sun smiled and shone brighter . He pulled
himself erect again and looked at the sun.
Suddenly he laughed, a low half-crazed
WILLIAMSBURG HIGH SCHOOL
"I've fooled you," he said, shaking his
fist at the blazing ball of fire.
"I'm going to find my gold now. Ten
days they told me it would take to cross
this desert. Ten days I've endured this
purgatory. Tomorrow, tomorrow I'll be in
the richest gold field in the world. I'll
He swayed crazily and fell for the third
time. Then with the thought of the water
just a few feet ahead of him, he crawled to-
ward the water hole slowly, slowly. Ah ! he
was there. He dipped his hand in the cool
water. Water? No! Sand! A mirage!
Tired, disappointed, he toppled to the
ground. Then with determination he sat
"You won't win," he said to the tortur-
ing sun. Painfully he crawled a few feet
more ; then, for the last time he fell face
down in the sand.
So the unknown died. The sun smiled
as if at a monstrous joke, for he alone
knew that the fabulous treasure field be-
yond was exceedingly rich in fool's gold.
Betty Penn '39
A SAD, SAD TALE OF A LOST ART
The world is slipping, definitely slipping.
The Chinese eat rice with their chopsticks,
and neatly, too. The cannibals they say,
eat with their fingers, although personally
I cannot vouch for their neatness. But the
whole world eats spaghetti, with knife,
fork, spoon, or any other implement avail-
able, and the sad fact is that usually they
succeed only in covering themselves gen-
erously with tomato sauce. The world has
lost its finesse. What has become of the
lost art of manipulating that slippery food
Many and varied are the techniques of
eating. One of the most well known of
them all, however, is the "Mr. Milquetoast"
technique. The devotees of this school of
spaghetti-eating can easily be spotted by
their habit of gently prodding the nearest
coil and then glancing quickly around to
see if any one is watching. "Oh!" says the
psychiatrist, "an example of childhood re-
pression ! Beware !"
Next let us consider the "do-or-die" type,
otherwise known as the hopeful inhalation
technique. The disciples of this school
bravely snare as many strings as possible,
heap them high, and inhale deeply. But on
guard, my children; thus have the mighty
Since now you must feel sufficiently well
acquainted with the connoisseurs of the
art of spaghetti eating, we will discuss
one of the most despicable creatures on
this earth — the "cutter-upper." He is one
of the lowest of all types of humanity.
Never, my children, should you ask any ac-
complished spaghetti eater to associate with
a cutter-upper, or the former would never
speak to you again. Remember this above
all things, and next time when you go out
with the pretty girl from across the street,
don't order spaghetti!
Eleanor Swenson '38
MY LYRIC OF JOY
Look, Love, along the low hills
The first star!
God's hand is lighting the watchfires for us,
To last until dawn.
Hark, Love, the wild whippoorwills!
Those weird bars,
Full of dark passion, piercing dim forests,
All night, on and on
'Till the brimmed bowl of life spills,
And time mars
One piece of his handicraft, love's lifetime,
From sunrise to dawn.
Foolish heart, fearful of ills!
Shall the stars
Require reason, the birds ask a morrow?
Heed you love alone!
Jean Everett '40
"MEET MY WIFE"
Ruth and Marjorie entered their two-by-
four apartment. Throwing her hat on the
chair, Ruth sank down on to the couch with
a sigh of relief as she said — "Am I
glad another day at the factory is
finished? How I hate that place! If
this depression hadn't come I'd be on Easy
Street by now. But, as it is, I'm pretty
lucky. What a fool you must have thought
I was, pouring out all my woes to you that
first day. Remember when you spoke to
me because we both looked so much alike?"
"Oh, forget it, Ruth. We were rather
low on funds so we got an apartment to-
gether. Anyway, any two girls looking as
much like twins as we do ought to live to-
gether. Now, cheer up, and tell me about
this mystery man who is my blind date for
New Year's Eve. By the way, when did
you say your Jim was coming back?
"When he wrote last time, he said he
would get into town about nine New Year's
Eve and that I was to reserve a table at
The Stork Club for the four of us. We're
going to pick him up at the station and go
to the Club, where Bill will be. Your mys-
tery man, as you call him, isn't very mys-
terious. But he looks terribly unhappy.
You know, he's been hanging around for —
a-a-a-well, I met him a couple of weeks
after I met you. He said I looked so much
like someone who was dear to him that he
liked to be with me, although he wasn't in
love with me. So, as long as Jim was out
of town, we went around together. Oh, I
told him how beautiful you were and that
you were almost my twin, so of course he
wanted to meet you, and I fixed up this
date. That's all I know about him except
that his name's Bill Smith, and he's tall,
dark, and handsome — an answer to any
maiden's prayer, but he's not for me!"
"Well, if that's all you can tell me, I'm
going to get supper and turn in as soon as
possible because I'm so-o-o-o-tired. Come
on, let's get busy!"
"Hello, Jim! I'm so glad to see you. I've
missed you so much! This is my friend
Marjorie. . I had the table reserved, and
Bill, Marjorie's date, is going to meet as
there. But now do tell me about your
trip out West."
As the taxi sped on its way to the club,
Marjorie sighed as she watched this happy
meeting and thought how a tall, dark, hand-
some man had once felt the same way to-
ward her. But Marjorie's thoughts were
soon interrupted because they arrived at
their destination where they found Bill
"Marjorie, this is Bill. Well, Bill, wasn't
I right in saying she was beautiful?" ques-
But Bill, whose eyes had never left Mar-
jorie's since they met, didn't even smile.
He merely said, "Absolutely the most beau-
tiful woman I ever saw. Marjorie, will you
dance with me?"
As they moved off Ruth turned to Jim
with ;i slightly puzzled air. "Didn't you
think they acted awfully funny, Jim?"
"It struck me that way too, but forget
it, honey. Let's dance."
Marjorie and Bill danced in silence for
a few moments, an electric silence, tingl-
ing with emotion.
At last Bill spoke. "Marjorie, you think
you know me, but you don't at all. I'm
not the Bill who was your husband. He
died after long weeks of loneliness and re-
pentance, and I was born in his place. I
know now that every word of reproach you
spoke was true and deserved. I was a cad
and a parasite; all that you said and more,
but now I'm on my own. I haven't had a
drop to drink in the two years you've
been gone. I've learned a lot in those two
years, but the most important lesson I've
learned is that the biggest thing in the
world is our love."
Marjorie heard him in a kind of a daze.
This couldn't be true, but one phrase stood
out in the turmoil of her mind.
"What do you mean, 'on my own'?"
"I bought a candy store. I'm getting
more business every day, so that now I can
support a wife with my own money, and if
you'll come back to me, we'll start over
"Bill, I've missed you — missed you more
than I realized. After seeing you, I
couldn't leave you again. Let's go tell
Ruth, and then I want to see the candy
They returned to the table, to find Ruth
and Jim already seated there.
"Ruth, you told me once this young la-
dy's name was Miss Marjorie Ainsley. But
now it's my turn to do the introducing.
Meet — Marjorie, my wife.
Ruth Ellen Newell '38
A SONG OF THE SEASONS
A lonely seed casts off its shell,
Finds life within its earthen bower.
A bud bursts forth with sweetest smell ;
A rose is born, called heaven's flower.
A touch of frost is in the air,
Turning green leaves to red and gold.
Snow-flakes gently fall here and there;
An icy blast that's chill and cold.
Bernard K. Sampson '40
WILLIAMSBURG HIGH SCHOOL
to the right and
of buildings be-
A FIRST GLIMPSE OF FALL RIVER
When entering the city of Fall River,
one gets the impression of a beautiful an-
cient city built on the side of a hill. He is
impressed with the area which it covers,
for as far as he can see
left, stretches the mass
longing to that one city.
At the foot of the hill is that attractive
Taunton River looking almost like a lake,
and sparkling like diamonds in the sunlight.
The tall spires and domes are the next to
catch the visitor's eye. To him it looks as
though the city harbored many cathedrals
similar to those in ancient Greece.
The sight is so unusual that it takes one's
breath away to look at it, for it seems to
be a picture out of a book, with sunbeams
darting out from behind a few scattered
clouds to fall on the roofs below.
On die side of a hill gently sloping,
Stretching from East to West,
Lies a city looking joyful as it
Slumbers in peaceful rest.
The beautiful spires and domes keep vigil
Throughout the long night and day;
While nearby the happy Taunton River
Sparkles like diamonds at play.
Majestic as those of Greece or Rome,
This city truly doth look
In all its splendor, pomp, and grace,
Like a picture from a book.
Dorothy Joyal '38
WHEN SUNSET FADES
At twilight, when the red-orange glow
of the fading sunset cloaks the countryside
in a mystic light, I love to swing in my
hammock and listen to the wind murmuring
musically in the leaves of the maple trees.
The sturdy branches, growing dark against
the still-light sky, are gently swayed from
side to side. Now and then a scarcely au-
dible twitter of some drowsy bird is heard
above the whispering of the breeze. What
utter calm pervades my soul ! The care,
the toil, the excitement of the day fade
from my memory under the potent wand
of Mother Nature, weaving her spell. A
sense of loneliness fills my heart, and I long-
to be a part of that tranquil scene. And
if I lie still and listen and watch, I think
perhaps I am.
When sunset fades and sheds its mellow
Over the countryside, I love to swing in
And listen to the wind in the trees.
The sturdy branches, growing dark against
Sway gently from side to side. The sleepy
Twitter softly above the murmur of the
Peace and calm pervade my soul. The
cares of the day
Fade away and leave my heart lonely, filled
To be a part of that tranquil scene.
And if I lie still and listen and watch
I think perhaps I am
Violet Arnold '38
MY FRIEND LIZZY
I've cleaned a million spark plugs,
Changed a thousand tires or so,
Never knew what trouble was
Till I learned to stop and go.
I love each creaking rusty joint
Within this hunk of tin.
I love each piston's lusty clank
Above the motor's din.
A car I've always called her,
But no one flatters me.
My friends call her a pile of junk,
Or just a wandering flea.
All like to take a ride with me.
They think my purse a mint.
The tank I fill with gasoline,
No stoop, no squat, no squint.
Bernard K. Sampson '40
Seated Helen Rosemary noski, Thomas Coogan, Faculty Adviser Miss Walsh,
Margaret Lenihan, Eleanor Swenson.
Standing Stacia Golash, Rita LaFlamme, Dorothy Joyal, George Warner,
Roberta Colburn, Violet Arnold, Richard Ames.
Absent Francis Molloy.
WILLIAMSBURG HIGH SCHOOL
Rear row: Margaret Lenihan, Eleanor Swenson, George Warner, Ruth Black, Raymond
Second: Frances Metz, Dorothy Joyal, Ruth Newell.
Seated: Rita LaFlamme, Edith Packard, Violet Arnold, Roberta Colburn.
Pro Merito Society
The Pro Merito Society consists of twelve
members, seven of whom are seniors and
five juniors. In the fall we elected the fol-
lowing officers from each group:
President — Violet Arnold
Vice-President — Roberta Colburn
Secretary — Margaret Lenihan
Treasurer — Ruth Newell
President — Edith Packard
Vice-President — Rita LaFlamme
Secretary-Treasurer — Frances Metz
The fall convention of the Pro Merito So-
ciety was held in Chicopee Falls on Oct. 9,
1937. All of the Williamsburg group were
present accompanied by Miss Dunphy. At
the general business meeting the various
schools represented gave accounts of their
activities since the last meeting. Of special
interest were the privileges given to Pro
Merito members in some schools, — for ex-
ample — a double set of books, exemption
from final exams, and permission to leave
school during the last period if the student
has no class. The convention accepted an
invitation from Arms Academy to hold its
spring meeting there. Harold Crosier of
Arms was chosen as president. The stu-
dents from Technical High School of
Springfield gave a model assembly program
after which we had lunch. In the after-
noon Superintendent of Chicopee Schools
Desmond gave an interesting talk.
On May 7, 1938 the second convention
was held at Arms Academy, Shelburne
Falls. Miss Dunphy and seven of our
members were present. At the business
meeting Williamsburg High School extend-
ed an invitation to the Society to hold its
next convention there. It was accepted
and Edith Packard was chosen as Presi-
dent. After the business meeting the "In-
duction Service" was presented by Arms
students. It was written by Mr. Froberger,
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Standing: Roberta Colburn, debater'; Margaret Lenihan, Coach Philip Melody, Rita
LaFlamme, Thomas Coogan"
Seated: Eleanor Swenson*, Ruth Black :: , Mrs. R. A. Warner, Dorothy Joyal.
President— Ruth Black
Viet -Prt sidt n t — Roberta Colburn
Secretary — Thomas Coogan
Treasurer — Margaret Lenihan
This year the Forensic Club feels proud
of its achievements, although it has had
fewer active members than usual. Never-
theless, one of our members, a veteran
orator of last year placed in the State
Tournament, and three of them entered the
Nationals. This is the third year that
WHS has sent entrants to the National
Forensic League's National Tournament.
In March of this year, the Pre-State
Speech Tournament was held in Hadley
for the third time. The entrant.- were Ruth
Black in Oratorical Declamation with
"The Unknown Soldier" and in Dramatic
Declamation with "Sparticus to the Glad-
iators"; Thomas Coogan in Humorous
Declamation with "Tom Sawyer Fakes a
Dream"; Eleanor Swenson in Original
Oratory with "The Genesis and Value
of a Written Constitution"; Rita LaFlamme
in Humorous Declamation with Booth Tar-
kington's selection, "Jane"; and Dorothy
Joyal in Dramatic Declamation with "White
Lilacs." Ruth placed first in dramatic and
second in Oratorical Declamation; Eleanor
Swenson placed first, and Rita placed sec-
ond, in their respective events. Their win-
ning made these three eligible to enter the
State Tournament, but those who did not
place were eligible also, as Williamsburg
High is one of the NFL chartered schools,
and so may enter a full quota of fourteen
contestants in the State Tournament.
April first dawned, and six, happy, eager
orators impatiently waited to start on their
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WILLIAMSBURG HIGH SCHOOL
Seated — Francis Molloy, William Ryan, Gerald Larkin, Raymond Johndrow,
Bernard Murphy, Edward Ames.
Standing — Richard Ames, Richard Watling, Richard Bates, George Warner,
Coach Melody, Merwin Clark, Glen Damon, Manager Soltys.
As was the case in basketball, so it was
in baseball. A complete revival was staged
during the 1938 season, and the Green
Wave had one of its most successful seasons
since 1929. Gerald Larkin was elected sap-
tain of the team and Joseph Soltys, manag-
er. The team started its 1938 campaign by
dropping a 13-2 decision to Smith Acad-
emy. Errors paved the way for the initial
Green Wave set-back.
Rebuilding his team and constantly
shifting the lineup, Coach Melody was able
to forge out a team that after its disas-
trous start was able to win six straight
contests without tasting defeat. Close
calls were had at the hands of Charlemont
high. However, the Green Wave was able
to withstand belated rallies and come out
on top in both contests, the score reading
7-5 the first time and 8-5 in the return
A capable hurler was found in Billy Ryari
who pitched in all but one Burgy game
and came out winning five and losing but
one. Ray Johndrow held down the catching
berth during the entire campaign.
In his first season as a regular athletic
mentor, Coach Phil Melody has worked
wonders at Williamsburg high school. Start-
ing out with mediocre material, he was able
to build up an outstanding team which has
finished in the top bracket of Western
Massachusetts high school standings. The
Green Wave will lose but one man by
graduation when Dick Ames leaves this
month. Prospects for a much brighter
season for 1939 are at present very high
and the Green Wave will again have an
outstanding baseball team. Scores of games
played are as follows:
W.H.S. 2 Smith Academy 13
W.H.S. 7 Charlemont 5
W.H.S. 18 Sanderson Academy 2
W.H.S. 16 Clarke School 1
W.H.S. 8 Charlemont 5
W.H.S. 19 Clarke School 3
W.H.S. 10 Sanderson Academy 2
Seated — Edward Ames, Richard Ames, Coach Melody, William Ryan, Gerald Larkin.
Standing — Manager Coogan, Bernard Murphy, Richard Watling, George Warner,
Stephen Golash, Francis Cooney, Cheer Leader Robert McAllister.
After a disastrous season during 1937,
the Green Wave was not conceded much
of a chance in this season's campaign. How-
ever, when the initial practice was called,
Mr. Philip Melody, newly appointed Coach
and Athletic Director, met twenty candi-
dates. After several drills, this number
was cut down to twelve and included three
of last season's vets, Dick Ames, Dick Wat-
ling and Steve Golash. Newcomers on the
varsity were Adam Golash, Cooney, War-
ner and Ryan.
Greatly aided by the lowly "scrubs", the
varsity was able to drill extensively on its
new plays. Opening the season in an au-
spicious fashion, the Green Wave won over
Cummington and Huntington high schools
before tasting its first defeat. Going into
Franklin League competition, the charges
of Phil Melody dropped their first game to
Charlemont, then came back winning over
Powers Institute and Sanderson Academy,
twice. These three wins, together with
Powers' victory over Charlemont, put the
Green Wave in a tie for the Franklin
On February 11th at Williamsburg, the
Green Wave met Charlemont High in its
most important game of the season. Tak-
ing the lead at the outset, Williamsburg
paced its rival for three quarters of the
game. Then in the final quarter Charle-
mont knotted the count with 2 minutes re-
maining. Baskets by Dick Ames and Coo-
ney in waning seconds clinched the con-
test for the Green Wave and put Burgy in
sole possession of first place.
On February 18th, Williamsburg tra-
velled to Bernardston, and the Powers team
threw a scare into their ranks before the
Green Wave finally won out in a "sudden
death" period on Dick Ames' basket.
Thus ended another championship season
for Williamsburg high school, and a cham-
pionship team for Coach Melody in his first
year in the coaching ranks. Further satis-
faction was achieved when the Green Wave
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WILLIAMSRURG HIGH SCHOOL
Seated — Rita Kulash, Charlotte Otis, Ruth Black, Stacia Golash.
Standing — Cheer Leader Edith Packard, Jennie Nurczyk, Logia Jablonski, Coach
Melody, Shirley Rhoades, June Bowker, Cheer Leader Rita LaFlamme.
Although the girls worked hard the re-
sults of the games this year were not as
successful as in previous years. However,
they hope to have a much better record
next year as most of the members are re-
turning, and only two members will be lost
Games were played with:
downed the Haydenville Raiders in a post-
season game. All told the Green Wave
won eight games and lost three in scholas-
tic competition ; in independent competi-
tion, Williamsburg won one and lost one,
losing to an Alumni team. Due credit be-
longs to Coach Melody for instilling a
sporting spirit into his players and for his
unfailing interest in his candidates.
W.H.S. 35 Cummington J. H. S. 24
W.H.S. 25 Huntington High 21
Ruth Black, c.
Jennie Nurczyk, r.f.
Shirley Rhoades, l.f.
Rita Kulash, l.g.
l page 32)
Cummington H. S.
Alumni Editor — Helen Rosemarynoski
President — George Judd
Vice-President — Allan Bisbee
Seereta ry — Thomas Barrus
Treasurer — Alfred Pomeroy
Mrs. Ethel Ryan
Miss Anne T. Dunphy
Mrs. Raymond A. Warner
Miss Mary T. Walsh
Mr. Edward C. Foster
Miss Lilian C. Curran
Mr. Philip Melody
Daughter to Maude Warner Sanderson '18
Son to Philip Cook '32
Daughter to Edith Pearl Ylitalo '29
Daughter to Lawson Clark '33
Daughter to Helen Demerski Morin '35
Esther Clark '36 to Joseph Sena
Hazel Alexander '04 to Ernest Damon
Charles Damon '32 to Alice Kellogg
Ethel Mosher '33 to William Ryan
Catherine Grace '33 to Walter Marrino
Henry T. Drake '28 to Iona Ruth Martin
Roslyn Brown '31 to Oland C. Hiilier
Logia Kmit '28 to George Adler
Edward Schuler '24 to Ann Singleton
Richard Burke '33 — Worcester Tech
Mildred Sylvester '34 — Smith College
Catherine Paul '35 — Rutland State Hospital
Bessie Muraski '35 — Rutland State Hospital
Walter Golash '36— Stockbridge School of
Pauline Packard '36 — Northampton Com-
NEWS OF OTHER CLASSES
Lottie Algustoski — Northampton Commer-
cial College (Night)
Annetta Barrus — Bates College, Maine
Ruth Barrus — Massachusetts State College,
Robert Bisbee — Northampton Commercial
Lillian Blanchard — Post Graduate, W.H.S.
Barbara Burt — Working in Springfield
Lawrence Corbett — Working in Northamp-
Ruth Cousino — Working in Northampton
Phyllis Damon — Working in Amherst
Christine Field — Smith Vocational School
Edward Fontaine At home
Dorothy Harrison — Working in Ashfield
William Howe — Goulds Academy, Maine
Helen Kolosewicz — Northampton Commer-
Adeline Merritt — Student Nurse at Cooley
Fern Mosher — McCarthy's Business College
Lena Nietsche — Northampton Commercial
Katharine Ozzolek — Student Nurse at Pro-
vidence Hospital, Holyoke
Winifred Packard — At home
Janice Penn — At home
Wendell Pittsinger — Smith Vocational
Warren Russell — At home
Edna Thayer — Working in Northampton
Vernon West — Working in Northampton
Allan Bisbee '35 — Student at New England
School of Embalming, Boston, Mass.
Phyllis Baker '31 — Teaching in Old Lyme,
Harriet Dodge '33 — Secretarial work in
George Demetriou '33 — Working in Sagi-
Frederick Goodhue '33 — Student at Tufts
Medical College, New Bedford
Walter Kulash '29 — Rural Mail Carrier in
Dorothy Metz '35 — Working for Arnold &
Skinner Law Firm, Providence
Rowena Pittsinger '33 — Teaching in West
Catherine Vining '35— Working at McCal-
lum's Dept. Store, Northampton (office)
WILLIAMSBURG HIGH SCHOOL
The Ohio Trip
On Friday morning, April 29, three stu-
dents from Williamsburg High School and
their coach, Mrs. Warner, with Vernon
Beals as driver, set out on their journey to
the National Forensic League Tournament
at Wooster, Ohio. The "three students" were
Ruth Black, Eleanor Swenson, and Thomas
Coogan, and we were all excited to think
we were actually on the way to a national
forensic contest. A little before noon we
began to see signs advertising Howe Cav-
erns, and although it was a little off our
route we decided to take the hour's tour
through the caves. The trip proved very
interesting, particularly to Ruth because
she was our geology expert. Among the
strange rock formations we saw a Chinese
pagoda and a model of Tom Sawyer's straw
After our tour many hundreds of feet
underground, we had lunch and then went
on to Buffalo, where we spent the night.
Saturday morning, we crossed the Peace
Bridge at Buffalo and drove along the Ca-
nadian shore of Lake Erie toward Niagara
Falls. Just as we reached the Falls, whose
spray we could see from a distance, the
sun came out and cast its brilliant rays on
the foaming water, making a glorious sight.
After leaving Niagara Falls we crossed to
the United States again and went to Fort
Niagara, on the shore of Lake Ontario. This
old fort has a very interesting history, hav-
ing belonged to France, England, and the
United States, and it is the only fort in the
country where the flags of these three na-
tions fly side by side. After going through
the many old buildings making up the fort,
we went on down the shore of Lake Erie
again toward Cleveland. On the way we
were particularly impressed by the beauty
of the sunset over the vast waters of the
lake. Early in the evening we reached
Conneaut, Ohio, where we spent the night.
Then on Sunday morning after being awak-
ened by Mrs. Warner at 5 o'clock instead
of 7, we went on through Cleveland and
then south to Wooster. This pleasant town
was to be our home for the next four days.
Thursday afternoon we started out again,
after a grand time in Wooster. We were
sorry to leave the many friends we had
made, but the tournament was over, and we
knew the high school couldn't possibly get
along without us much longer. By Thurs-
day evening we had reached Uniontown,
Pennsylvania, after stopping along the way
to get some lumps of coal from a mine near
the roadside. We had also passed through
Pittsburg, where we wondered why the
houses didn't slide down the steep hillsides.
Pittsburg certainly has its ups and downs!
Friday morning we got off to a fine start
by driving twenty-five miles in a direction
exactly opposite to the one we should have
taken. We saw some very fine coal mines
along the way, but even these didn't com-
pensate for the time we lost. Finally, how-
ever, we got back on the right road and
headed for Frederick, Maryland, where
Barbara Fritchee made her famous speech.
After eating lunch just across the street
from her house, we drove to Washington,
arriving there in the late afternoon. We
tried to reach Mount Vernon before the
gates were closed, but were too late and
only saw the mansion from a distance. Then
on the way back to Washington we went
through Fort Myer, Arlington Cemetery
and Lee's mansion.
After dinner in Washington we went to
the Lincoln Memorial, the beauty of which
impressed us greatly, and the Library of
Congress, where we saw the original manu-
scripts of the Declaration of Independence
and the Constitution. We were fortunate
also in seeing the fountains of the Capitol
at night, when colored flood-lights make the
fountains especially lovely.
Saturday morning, after enjoying Mr.
Treadway's hospitality at breakfast in the
Congressional restaurant, we went to his
office, since we had been unable to meet
him before. Mr. Treadway very kindly
lent us his chauffeur, Tom, and car for the
morning. We then made a rather hurried
tour of Washington under Tom's expert
guidance. We went through the National
Museum, the Pan-American building, the
Corcoran Gallery and the White House,
after which we returned to the Capital for
the opening of an unusual Saturday ses-
sion of the House. Here Eleanor felt quite
at home, since she had become accustomed
to Congressional procedure at the Student
Congress in Ohio. Later we again met Mr.
Treadway and were shown how the speeches
delivered on the floor of the House were
transcribed for the Congressional Record.
But finally we had to say goodbye, after
thanking Mr. Treadway for his many kind-
nesses. The Washington Monument was
our next stop, and many, too, were the
stops as we climbed up the stairs. At last
we reached the top and were rewarded with
a gorgeous view of the city.
Homeward bound! Saturday afternoon
found us hurrying home after a marvelous
trip. Burlington, New Jersey, was our
stopping place that night and Sunday after-
noon we were home again. We were all
tired — especially Eleanor, because when-
ever we passed a cemetery she would hold
her breath until we had passed it. Many
were the times she nearly stifled, when we
passed a long one or stopped for a red
light. Such are the tribulations of being
But we all arrived home safe and sound,
after a marvelous trip. We had made
many new friends in Ohio and had seen
many new sights, but home is the best place
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trip to Fall River. They had a delightful
trip with their coach, Philip Melody, two
former coaches, Miss Phyllis Baker and
Mrs. Warner, and two other NFL'ers Ro-
berta Colburn and Charles Warner, WHS
"35". For this trip Margaret Lenihan
joined the ranks and entered Oratorical
Declamation with "The Big Parade." Here
in the Friday afternoon preliminaries,
Thomas placed first in Humorous Declama-
tion with "Let Brotherly Love Continue";
Ruth Black first in Oratorical Declamation
in Group A, and Margaret Lenihan first in
the same class in Group B.. Thomas also
won a place in the State Finals, thus becom-
ing eligible to enter the National Speech
The Nationals were held this year at
Wooster, Ohio, between May 2nd and 6th.
Early in the morning of April 29, Thomas,
Ruth, and Eleanor, with Mrs. Warner as
coach and Vernon Beals as driver, set out
The greatest forensic honor that came to
WHS this year was earned over a period
of three years. This Distinguished Service
Plaque, awarded for 50 citations for service,
had been earned by only 20 of the 824
schools which NFL had chartered up to
1938. Ruth Black, as President of the
Forensic Club, was our representative to
accept the Plaque at Wooster, and made a
very impressive speech. She also compet-
ed in Oratorical Declamation. Eleanor
Swenson attended as our Congressman (an-
other school honor won because of our for-
ensic activity over three years) and was
made Chairman of the Foreign Affairs Com-
mittee of the First National Student Con-
gress for High School Students ever held
in United States. Thomas Coogan, repre-
senting not only Williamsburg High, but
Massachusetts as well in Humorous Decla-
mation, was a credit to both, although like
some fifty others in that event he did not
We appreciate the achievements of these
representatives and the prestige which their
participation in this national honors com-
petition gave to our school and our town.
We should also like to express our appre-
ciation again for the generosity of those
organizations that made their participation
possible. We hope their achievements will
be an incentive to on-coming classes to
send full quotas to the State Tournaments
and continue "Burgy's" prestige among
Massachusetts High Schools for forensic
Besides her work in the NFL Tourna-
ments, Eleanor Swenson represented WHS
in the American Legion Oratorical Con-
tests, winning first place at Turners Falls
in the Franklin-Hampshire District but los-
ing in the zone contest in Springfield to
more experienced orators.
During the year, members of the speech
classes, under the direction of their in-
structor, Mr. Philip Melody, participated in
radio programs which were broadcast twice
a month over WSPR. These programs
consisted of short plays, readings, and de-
clamations and attracted much favorable
comment from persons interested in speech
At commencement exercises this year,
WILLIAMSBURG HIGH SCHOOL
four members of the graduating class —
Roberta Colburn, Ruth Black, Eleanor
Swenson and Thomas Coogan — will receive
their degrees of honor and emerald-set Na-
tional Forensic League keys for their out-
standing records in forensic work. And so
the activities of the Forensic Club will be
ended for another year.
PRO MERITO SOCIETY
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former principal of Arms Academy. It is
a very inspiring ceremony, and one which
many schools have adopted for initiating
new members into the Society. After a
delicious lunch an interesting talk was
given on "Massachusetts' Firsts" by Miss
Burkill of the History department at Arms.
(Tune — "Thanks for the Memories")
Thanks for the memories
Of four long years of fun,
Classes on the run,
Algebra and English which we never could
How lovely it was.
Thanks for the memories
Of teachers kind and true,
Students feeling blue,
When tests came round
And it was found
That A's were rather few,
How lovely it was.
School days have rolled on so quickly,
And now we must leave all these pleasures,
We'll deem them the greatest of treasures,
These four years spent,
In sweet content.
So thanks for the memories,
Of happiness supreme,
Rooting for our team.
The friends we've made at Burgy High
We ever will esteem;
And thank you so much.
Margaret Lenihan, '38
Class of '38
Rip Van Winkles
Finest Eating Apples
Quaint Atmosphere Opens Sept. 1st
HAYDENVILLE, MASS. ROUTE 9
Success is attained where gameness overcomes failure.
WOOL WORTH'S first five stores failed.
GEORGE EASTMAN'S business collapsed after he
founded it. But through resourcefulness and gameness
he won out.
EDISON went hungry many times before he became
Haydenville Savings Bank
MacLEOD TREE CARE
J. W. PARSONS <S SON
Tractors and Farm Machinery
131 Bridge Street
James R. Mansfield & Son
Pasteurized Milk & Cream
F. M. HEMENWAY
East Main St.
Dry Goods Store
s St. Florence, Mass.
201 Main Street
Our modern school systems put a lot of work upon growing eyes
which puts a strain upon those with defective vision. Latent defects
in the eyes of children should be carefully looked after. A little fore-
sight now may keep them from wearing glasses later and will help
them in their studies. Let us examine their eyes.
O. T. DEWHURST
OPTOMETRISTS AND OPTICIANS
To the graduates of the Williamsburg High School —
Our congratulations and we hope that your future
will be crowned with success.
Let Daniel Outfit You For Graduation
ADAM Your outfit will be correct but not expensive
HATS Ask about our special proposition to Graduates
HARRY DANIEL ASSOCIATES
Best Quality Strawberries
J. M. Black & Son
Good Things to Eat
Fine Ice Cream
The Haydenville House
NEWELL FUNERAL HOME
R. D. NEWELL
74 KING STREET
C. F. JENKINS
W. LEROY CHILS 3 1 1
Six Distinctive Departments
Slip Covers, Cushions
Automobile Plate Glass
Auto Top and Body Work
Awnings end Canvas Goods
31 CENTER STREET, NORTHAMPTON
FRANKLIN KING, Jr.
277 Main Street Phone 610 Northampton, Mass.
R. F. BURKE
HEATING & HEATING APPLIANCES
Delco Conditionair, Boiler Burner Unit and Oil Burner
Anthracite and Bituminous Stoker and Vacu-Draft System
Why not save $5.00 per ton on your Coal Bills?
E. A. <& E. N. FRARY
Tel. 2592-M Opp. Passenger Station — Northampton
HENRY A. BIDWELL
Insurance of Every Form
BIDWELL TRAVEL SERVICE
CRUISES — STEAMSHIP TICKETS — TOURS
NONOTUCK SAVINGS BANK BUILDING
78 Main Street (Second Floor) Northampton
Office Phone 351 Residence, 160 South Street, Phone 348
100 Main St., Northampton
Photographer to Williamsburg High School
Since 1917 with two exceptions
CHARLES A. BISBEE HOMER R. BISBEE
Tel. Chesterfield 4-2 Tel. Chesterfield 4-3
Dealers in all kinds of
Grain, Feed, Fertilizers, Salt, Cement and Agricultural Tools
Bird & Sons Roofing Papers Engines and Separators
International Harvester Co. McCormick Line Harvesting Machinery
Building Material Oliver Plows and Cultivators High Grade Grass Seed
Get our prices on anything you need
before ordering elsewhere
STOREHOUSES AT WILLIAMSBURG AND CHESTERFIELD
Telephone Williamsburg 271 Williamsburg, Mass., R. F. D. 1
Northampton Commercial College
"The School of Thoroughness"
JOHN C. PICKETT, Principal
When in need of
Clothing, Furnishings, Shoes,
for Men and Boys
THE FLORENCE STORE
90 Maple St. Florence
Telephone 828-W J. A. Longtin
Service — Quality — Satisfaction
Jones The Florist
Cut Flowers Floral Designs
John H. Graham
w. h. McCarthy
Coal Oil Ice
45 Gothic St. Tel. 2186
DR. G. P. HALL
Noble & Flynn
ICE CREAM SODAS COLLEGE ICES
24 Main St.
YOU may always depend
upon the quality of flowers
which come from
William Baker & Son
For Men and Women
THE DAVID BOOT SHOP
221 MAIN STREET
A NATURAL - - 5*
The E. & J. Cigar Co.
C. B. Tower & Son
Milk and Cream
WHEN YOU THINK OF
THE MUSIC HOUSE
O. S. P. Inc.
Pianos - Music - Records - Instruments
E. J. Gusetti
A good place to eat
DINE & DANCE ACCOMMODATIONS
A. L. Beebe, Prop.
C. O. CARLSON
CHUCK'S RADIO SHOP
Radio and Electric
Sales and Service
So. Main St.
For the young man who grad-
uates this year we have every-
thing that he will need for this
MERRITT CLARK & CO.
R. A. WARNER
FRESH MILK and CREAM
COLODNY CLOTHING CO.
Northampton's Liveliest Store
Our best wishes to the
Home of Stein-Block Clothes
32 Main St. Northampton
Highest grade woolens custom tailored to
your measure reduced to as low as $25
with extra trousers.
Dry Cleaning and Repairing
Pressing of all garments.
Witherell, The Tailor
Tel. 452 1 Williamsburg
ELY FUNERAL HOME
CHARLES E. ELY
Tel. 1292-W Northampton
CLEANING and DYE WORKS
North Street Northampton
E. J. Gare & Son
112 Main St. Northampton
Wrist Watches and Rings
116 Main St. Northampton
Packard's Soda Shoppe
OPPOSITE TOWN HALL
School Supplies, Magazines, Greeting Cards
FILMS AND DEVELOPING
Hoods Ice Cream McKesson Products
FOUNTAIN & BOOTH SERVICE
for every Sport
♦ ♦ ♦
T. A. PURSEGLOVE
15 State St. Northampton
ST. MARY'S BLANKETS
118 MAIN ST.
and Small Leather Goods
• * •
HARLOW LUGGAGE STORE
28 Center Street Northampton
Zippers Repaired and Replaced
Pierce's Paint Store
Paints Wall Paper Glass
196 Main St. Tel. 1207 Northampton
J, STEWART MOLLISON
NORTHAMPTON TO PLAINFIELD
All Makes oi Cars
Sales and Service
M. J. Kittredge, Inc.
Jewelers — Diamonds — Watches
164 Main Street
Automatic Oil Heat
Wiring Radio Repairs
"The School of Achievement"
Banjo, Mandolin. Guitar and
142 MAIN ST. NORTHAMPTON
WM. J. SHEEHAN
THE CLARY FARM
Try Our Maple Syrup
Fishing Tackle, Baseball, Tennis and
162 Main Street
C. K. HATHAWAY
Ice Cream, Candy, Cigars
CHAS. A. BOWKER
Hardware and General Merchandise
TELEPHONE 245 WILLIAMSBURG
Village Hill Nursery
The Whale Inn
Mrs. Clayton Rhoades
RHODE ISLAND REDS
Bred to Win, Lay and Pay
Printing & Put>lishin£ Co.. Inc.
COLLEGE and SCHOOL PRINTING
51 Clark Ave. Aortnampton